Hauberg Quotes & Sayings

I want my clients to trust me. — Brad Goreski

The trouble with wedlock is that there's not enough wed and too much lock. — Christopher Morley

Even a lion finds time to relax and look for a good spot. — Phil Mitchell

Every filmmaker's different, every filmmaker has a different approach. — Johnny Depp

I'm not a parenting expert. In fact, I'm not sure that I even believe in the idea of 'parenting experts.' I'm an engaged, imperfect parent and a passionate researcher. I'm an experienced mapmaker and a stumbling traveler. Like many of you, parenting is by far my boldest and most daring adventure. — Brene Brown

I didn't want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn't know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I'd cry for a week. I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full. — Sylvia Plath

There is no exit from the circle of one's beliefs. — Keith Lehrer

but as an Indian, I find it far easier to forgive than to forget. — Shashi Tharoor

We have to consider who is going to be the best prime minister to take on a "one nation" agenda. — Damian Green

But names no longer meant anything. On Lunamere, everyone became a number in the end.
Deep in the belly of hell incarnate Valen became 377. — Sasha Alsberg

While the body sleeps our soul or spirit is having many adventures. It may travel to the spirit realm to meet with master teachers and guides to obtain advice or to learn lessons. It also may travel to other parts of our world or even venture outward to other worlds and dimensions. — Dolores Cannon

She knew what he wanted, and gave it to him; not words, but a smile of warmth and delight - a smile that said, "I'm yours for the asking; I'm won." It was not a smile that undervalued herself, because through its beauty it spoke for both of them, expressed all the potential joy that existed between them. — F Scott Fitzgerald

A mimosa tree, green and thin limbed, pushes up through the snow. My grandmother brought the seeds with her
from back home.
Sometimes, she pulls a chair to the window, looks
down over the yard.
The promise of glittering sidewalks feels a long time
behind us now, no diamonds anywhere to be found.
But some days, just after snow falls,
the sun comes out, shines down on the promise
of that tree from back home joining us here.
Shines down over the bright white ground.
And on those days, so much light and warmth fills
the room that it's hard not to believe
in a little bit
of everything. — Jacqueline Woodson